Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
UT,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.